Leroy Kingston.
He is dangerous. He is ruthless and he craves revenge.
As a mafia boss, he's used to simply taking lives out without even blinking. Why didn't it work with Katrina? Was it the fear in those sky-blue eyes that made him start thinkin...
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Hours later, after the sunset, we are standing in front of a huge yacht.
I am amazed, but prevent my jaw from dropping open as Leroy's family is already getting on board. The yacht must be about thirty-three meters long, and it is painted white, but at the lower edge, it also lights up in blue colors in the nightly evening hour, thanks to the LED lights. It is beautiful.
But even the wonderful view can't stop me from being quietly afraid to climb on it.
Swallowing, I realize that Franca is the last one to get aboard, while Leroy comes towards me and Danny, whom I hold by the hand because he is also afraid of the yacht. Leroy had something to discuss with the port, which is why he appears late.
"What are you still doing here?" His voice is already near my ear.
Both Danny and I just look at him and Leroy returns our glances confused for a moment before he realizes. Sighing, he rolls his eyes slightly.
"You shitheads," he grumbles softly, lifting Danny onto his hip and grabbing me by my hand. Danny tightens his grip on him as I toy with the idea of admitting to him that I really don't want to go on the yacht, but then I pull myself together.
Leroy wouldn't care and besides, I would embarrass myself with such a statement.
Once on the yacht, Leroy puts Danny down again, who was apparently just afraid to get on, because now he runs straight to the other kids, which makes me raise my eyebrows in amazement. Well, I wish I could relax that easily too.
"Come sit with us, Katrina," Franca shouts at me, who is already sitting with the others on the chairs overlooking the water.
I realize that I am standing here as if I had been ordered and not invited, so I approach her with a slight smile. As soon as I'm sitting too, I feel a little safer, and watching the sea like this is such a wonderful sight that you completely forget where you are.
Not even an hour later, I feel a little better while the others are all talking. Leroy is standing at the railing having a conversation with Alexander.
His shoulders, which are tucked into a dark blue shirt that stretches across his chest and then falls flat against his stomach, are a little tense.
The two of them don't seem to have a good conversation, because Alexander also looks displeased.
I wonder what they are talking about...
As Alexander leaves, I have the urge to take his place and approach Leroy, especially because I would like to talk to him about what my mother told me today, but I would not like to talk about it in front of his family and when Kelly suddenly stands up to approach him, the idea is over.
I can't believe how bold she is. Doesn't it make her uncomfortable after he turned her down?
Now that she's standing next to him, she even puts her hand on his shoulder, which makes me clench my teeth tightly, especially because Leroy doesn't keep his distance.
